First, I apologize for not posting the last couple of days. I’ve been very bad. On Tuesday night I went out after work for one beer. One became two, two became four, then there were shots of bourbon, and a lemon drop, and more beer and the next thing I know it’s 6:30 a.m. and I’v slept passed my subway stop and now have to wait for the train to come to take be back to where I live. It was almost 7:30 before I got to bed and when I awoke at 2:00 p.m. my head was pounding and the room was spinning. I did manage to get my butt out of bed, shower and head to work. The first thing I did when I got there was to tell the managers that I wasn’t feeling well and to put my name on the “give up” list. Luckily, it worked out and by 5:15 I was on my way home again. Where I promptly planted myself on the couch and watched TV all night. It was Project Runway night so I was glad to be home anyway.
As god as my witness though, there can’t be anymore 6:00 a.m. nights. I’m just too old for this. It takes me three days to recover. I also spend way too much money when I’m out. I tip very well, I also tend to buy drinks for my friends and well it doesn’t take long to blow through a hundred bucks. So no more late nights. Period.
I did however, go out with friends tonight for dinner and drinks. It was a girl’s night out from work. There were three gay guys, three trannies, and one “real” girl. I met up with part of the group around 5:30 at Bed Bath and Beyond where they were finishing a day of shopping. Bradley, one of the gay guys has just moved back to NYC from Orlando. So he was out all day buying all the things you need when you move into a new apartment. He’s living with Paul a friend from work so after they finished shopping we head to the Upper East Side so everyone could get ready. Getting ready consisted of Paul changing shirts, Bradley changing clothes, and C.J. changing from a man to a woman. The transformation was amazing. It was also interesting how her personality changed as she got ready. She went from being this shy, reserved person to this outgoing, fun woman. Like I said it was amazing.
Our dinner reservations weren’t until 9:00 so we also had a few drinks while everyone was getting ready. I was drinking my beer of choice, Corona. At around 8:15 we headed downstairs to find a cab to go to dinner. It was raining cats and dogs so of course it took forever to get a cab. We actually needed two because there were six of us. Eventually we managed to get them and we were on our way.
Our destination was Sea. It’s a Thai restaurant in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I was worried when we went in because it’s a very trendy place. We were discussing it on the way there and it seems it’s been used for several movies and TV shows because the architecture is quite interesting and as I said it’s very trendy. There was a DJ playing music and the place was packed with a very wide mix of people. It was mostly a young crowd but all the ethnic groups represented — White, Black, Asian, Latino. As I said, I was worried because upon walking in I assumed it was going to be outrageously expensive. I was completely wrong. The most expensive thing on the menu was 14 dollars. That’s down right cheap in New York.
We were finally seated and immediately got another round of drinks. They arrived in just a few minutes and we ordered dinner. I love Thai food although I have to be careful because spicy doesn’t always agree with me. I was also starving. I hadn’t eaten all day. I woke up late and didn’t realize dinner was going to be at 9:00 p.m. So by the time we got to the restaurant I was famished. I ended up ordering the calamari and crispy duck salad for appetizers. The calamari was excellent but didn’t even compare to the salad. It was beyond delicious. For dinner I order the classic pork chop. It was also very good. The only thing I wasn’t impressed with was dessert. I had some sort of fruit roll with butter pecan ice cream. And although it was good it didn’t impress me the way the rest of the meal had. When it was all said and done, my entire dinner with two beers, two appetizers, an entree and dessert was only 45 dollars. That’s unheard of in Manhattan. I would definitely go back again.
After dinner we all gathered outside to figure out how to get to the gay bar that was nearby. There was much discussion as to where it was, could we walk, should we cab it, or take the train. I think if it hadn’t been raining we might of walked. Of course three of the girls were in heels, so maybe not. Eventually we decide to take the train and it dropped us off right across the street from the bar. The bar was called Metropolitan and was a bit of dive. It had as many New York bars have, very low ceilings and bad lighting. This place did have two fireplaces though and a fun crowd. It was a nice mix of people and it was not the usual crowd of twinks and muscle boys you find in Chelsea. Most of the people at this bar looked like normal run of mill people, which I tend to find more attractive.
I stayed for two beers, people watched, chatted with my new friends and just hung out. At 12:30 I was done and it was time to leave. I said my good-byes and I was on my way. The only thing that sucked about the whole night was that I got to the subway station at 12:45, and I walked into my apartment at 2:20. An hour and a half to get home on a school night is just way too long. The other option would have been to take a cab, but it would have cost 50 bucks and I’m not so sure it would have been faster.
The only other thing of note, was that I think Bradley, whose just moved here, was hitting on me throughout the night. He was very touchy feely all night, and made a point of buying me several beers. He also made a point to tell me that he looked forward to getting to know me better. All this is fine except for two points. The first one, he’ll be starting at my restaurant in a couple of weeks. He’s transferring from the Orlando store and as soon as his paperwork has been processed he’ll be a waiter there as well. The second problem is that he smokes. I have nothing against smokers. I have lots of friends who are smokers. But I won’t date a smoker. Well I might as long as I didn’t have to kiss them. Which might be a problem. It’s kind of hard to have sex with someone and not kiss them. So we’ll see where all this leads in the next few weeks. And of course, you guys will be the first to know.